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I met a young soldier |
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He said his name was |
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Killer Kyle |
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He was shakin' all over |
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Like a night frightened child |
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This is his story |
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It's a tough one for me to sing |
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Hard as the squawk and the flap |
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And the beat of, the beat of black wings"They gave me a gun," he said"They gave me a missionFor the power and the gloryPropaganda piss on 'emThere's a war zone inside meI can feel things explodingI can't even hear the fucking music playingFor the beat of, the beat of black wings" |
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He said, "I never had nothin'Nothin' I could believe inMy girl killed our unborn childWithout even grievin'I put my hands on her bellyTo feel the kid kickin'Damn, she'd been to some clinicOh the beat of black wings" |
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They want you, they need you |
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They train you to kill |
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To be a pin on some map |
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Some vicarious thrill |
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The old hate the young |
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That's the whole heartless thing |
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The old pick the wars, we die in 'em |
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To the beat of, the beat of black wings |
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There's a man drawing pictures |
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On the sidewalk with chalk |
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Just as fast as he draws 'em |
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Rain come down and wash 'em off |
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Keep the drinks comin' girl' |
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Til I can't feel anything |
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I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm |
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I'm just the beat of black wings |
